All is well ended, if the suit be won.
What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?
Nothing comes from doing nothing.
I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.